3rd Rock 319-324
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Stuck with Dick
Sally: I wonder why Mary never invites me over.
Tommy: Because you're a moose!
My Daddy's Little Girl
Mary: Daddy is here alone. He left mother.
Dick: Oh. FINALLY!
The Physics of Being Dick
Don: Ah, Dick, you don't know the first thing about being a cop. It's a gritty job where a good day is when you come home alive.
Tommy: Isn't that pretty much a good day for anyone?
Dick: That's the great thing about physics: nobody understands it.
Hey, that was Jim Beaver!
Just Your Average Dick
Dick: August, do you think we are weird?
August: *sweatdrops*
Dick: Who are you?
Tommy: It's me, Tommy!
Dick: You can't be Tommy. Tommy looks like a girl.
YAY for JGL with shorty short hair!
Dick and the Other Guy
Sally: Personality disorder? I'll kick his ASS!
Dick: I'm Canadian.
Neeson: Oh, I'm sorry.
Sally and Don's First Kiss
Don: If this relationship was a snail, it would be mocked by all the faster snails.
Dick: Action is action. I say french the guy.
Sally: What's wrong with me?
Mrs. Dubcek: Nothing that a pint of bourbon and a cheap motel couldn't fix.
Sally: I wonder why Mary never invites me over.
Tommy: Because you're a moose!
My Daddy's Little Girl
Mary: Daddy is here alone. He left mother.
Dick: Oh. FINALLY!
The Physics of Being Dick
Don: Ah, Dick, you don't know the first thing about being a cop. It's a gritty job where a good day is when you come home alive.
Tommy: Isn't that pretty much a good day for anyone?
Dick: That's the great thing about physics: nobody understands it.
Hey, that was Jim Beaver!
Just Your Average Dick
Dick: August, do you think we are weird?
August: *sweatdrops*
Dick: Who are you?
Tommy: It's me, Tommy!
Dick: You can't be Tommy. Tommy looks like a girl.
YAY for JGL with shorty short hair!
Dick and the Other Guy
Sally: Personality disorder? I'll kick his ASS!
Dick: I'm Canadian.
Neeson: Oh, I'm sorry.
Sally and Don's First Kiss
Don: If this relationship was a snail, it would be mocked by all the faster snails.
Dick: Action is action. I say french the guy.
Sally: What's wrong with me?
Mrs. Dubcek: Nothing that a pint of bourbon and a cheap motel couldn't fix.